[Well... either he's dropping his guard out of desperation, or he actually believes this stranger. Razor isn't sure which, and doesn't care to linger on it, but he takes the offerings and wastes little more time popping the lid and taking a tentative sip of the stew -- forget the spoon.
He isn't usually one for cooked meat, but the flavor is so prevalent and hearty that he can't help the absolute whimper that escapes his throat. It even drowns out Pup's happy whines, as excited as she gets with new friends.]
So good. You made this? [Not yet convinced she isn't magic.]
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He isn't usually one for cooked meat, but the flavor is so prevalent and hearty that he can't help the absolute whimper that escapes his throat. It even drowns out Pup's happy whines, as excited as she gets with new friends.]
So good. You made this? [Not yet convinced she isn't magic.]